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< The First Epitaphs THE custom of inscribing epitaphs among Christians, date from the third century B. ~C. It was copied from an ancient Egyptian custom of hanging around the Beck of a-body a tablet inscribed: ‘ May He Serve Osiris. ’ THE NTH COMMANDMENT a j™ m guRgT7 tg • . - + I Read This Story of Every Day Life on This Page Day by Day and Then Watch for It on the Screen. (The unusual story, “The Nthx. Commandment,” by Fannie Hurst, has been created into a powerful photo play by Cosmopolitan Pro ductions—-direction of Frank Bor rage, scenario by Frances Marion. It win be released as a Paramount picture.) (Screen Version Novelized.) By Jane McLean. If he had upbraided her she would have flown forever, but this appeal to her sym pathy overcame her; she dropped her bundle and with a wild cry of Harry, ran to him and knelt at his feet. His arms were About her. For gotten were all the harsh words and the flare of temper. He need ed her; that was enough; she for got Jimmy and Angie and the dancing and hte promise of the chorus. “You gotta forgive me, Harry,” she sobbed and he stroked her hair and smiled and coughed. The little drama of married life and poverty and suffering started j again on its way. Outside, Jimmy’s eyes vacillated ; between the hallway and the click ing meter grinding out dimes and quarters. Jimmy cursed Sara. ■ and women in general and swore at himself for a fool. Cigarette after cigarette testified to his grow ing nervousness. He shifted from one position to another and the meter sped mer rily on. When it had reached the five dollar mark he gave one last look at the hallway, uttered one last imprecation and told the driver to take him back. Jimmy Is Gloomy. . Mr. Fitzgibbons’ arrival at the flat w.thout Sara was accentu ated by the gloom cast over his spirits at the cost of his taxi ride. Jimmy was a free spender, but only for effect: In this in stance he felt he had been robbed. “So she’s gone back to said Angle... "I'd Jaaye j ( given’ mm the air long ago” | “Xhat's thel second time she’a : played me dirt,” sad Jimmy. j “Believe me, she'll never get an- , •ther chance.” Sara did not explain any of the i details of her flight to Harry; I she was a chastened wife in the | ROYAL ROMANCES HENRI II AND THE LOVELY DIANA DE POITIERS By Barbara Bayne, f ’ TURNING back the pages of , time to 1536, we find a year crowded with events for Henri de Valois, for by the death of the Dauphin he became heir to the throne of France, and a woman came into his life whose influence was to sway his heart and mind until the day of his de&th and mold him from the awkward, timid, taciturn lad into • powerful monarch. That a deep, enduring devotion, to which the annals of royal .amours afford no parallel, existed between a youth of seventeen and a woman of thirty-seven, rather Staggers credulity. Yet such was the fact. There was no love wasted be tween the young prince and his Italian wife, Catherine de Medici. It was the usual “marriage de con venance.” Louis de Breze, “la Grand Benechal” of Normandy, of royal descent, stood high in favor with the king. He left his vast wealth to his widow, Diane de Poitiers. I King Francis then created a posl- I tion at the court for the widow as Egeria to Henri, the least beloved of all his children. Diane, called “La Grade Sen eschale” was seductive, exquisitely I proportioned, with jet black hair, | dazzling complexion, beautiful mouth, ready wit and a brilliant mind. It was not difficult to sway the heart of the lonely prince, and Diane studied her royal pupil with a shrewdly speculative eye, recognizing that the most pro nounced feature in his character was his remarkable constancy. After Henri’s accession to the ' throne Diane, with twelve years’ I patient waiting behind her, came I mto her own. Never was there such a triumph! The king yielded 1 •tore and more "to the yoke of Sllvius;” he created Diane Duch esse de Valent inois and showered honors and riches upon her. And those shapely hands grasped what ever came within their reach. ; Henri’s subjects gave precedence I to the left-hand queen and kissed her hand before Catherine’s. Diane select'd the Chateau j d’Anet, her own Norman home, ! . weeks that followed; Harry had told her of the decision at ths store. With his cough growing; worse and all hope for a salary increase gone, what could they do, what would be the end? They did not think too much of these things, luckily for them; they had another matter to oc cupy them; the time came when there was a third member of the little household. The doctor at the dispensary who had followed Harry’s strug gling existence from the days be fore his marriage, did what he could to cut down expense. But the mother knew none of those comforts that come with nurses and they feeling that her work is being done while she is in no con dition to do it. Sara and Harry and the baby groveled along trying to be happy against odds that seemed over whelming, arid the child grew strong and hearty and because he knew no better accepted the gloomy rooms and was happy in , them. There was no chance now of Harry’s being promoted; every day found him- weaker; but if hope was dead for him there was the boy and he built his castles anew around him. The papers were full of stories of men who had succeeded in snite of obstacles; the doctor en couraged Harry; “I’m afraid the kid’ll have the T B, too," said the father. “Don’t you worry about that,” said the doctor; “that isn’t in herited —you do your best to feed the boy well —give him plenty of milk and he’ll be as strong as if he were out in the country.” But. however optimistic the , doctor was about Harry’s baby, he had grave misgivings about i Harry. He could see how stead- ] ily the young man had been go- . ing down hill all these months; , he marveled that he' hadn’t sue- I cumbed before; moreover, it was only a question of time when the store would, decline to keep him; when that time came it' meant only one thing; that the woman would have to go to work and as her favorite residence- and metamorphosed it into a wonder ful palace—a masterpiece of French renaissance architecture. From the plans of the building and spacious grounds still pre served in the Louvre we are able to form some idea of its splendor. Everywhere the interlaced monogram of Henri and Diane — “H. D.“ —met the eye. It ap peared on the royal liveries! Diane was honored as never favor ite had been before. In 1559 Henry II met with a peculiar accident in a tournament, which proved fatal. A splinter from a broken lance penetrated his eye and brain, and he went down carrying Diane's colors, black and white. Diane then retired to “Anet.” She built a beautiful chapel, with a marble tomb. And there, within it, in April, 1566, after all France liad honored her with a magnifi cent funeral, she was .’aid to rest. The beautiful Chateau d’Anet, with all its priceless treasures, perished in the revolution. But Diane’s tomb was removed to the Museum des Monuments Francals. (The next article will tell of the infatuation of Francis Joseph of Austria for Frau Katrina Schratt.) 'Copyright, 1923, v Newspaper Feature Service, Inc.) DO YOU KNOW THAT- Wooden carvings, hand carved end painted, and suspended from metal chains, are a fashionable novelty. A giant tree recently found in New Zealand has a trunk twenty two feet in diameter and sixty six feet in girth. Its age is esti mated at 2,000 years. A chrysanthemum, dipped'into liquid air at a scientific lecture . in Ixmdon, crumbled into smail j pieces as it came into contact with the norma) atmosphere THE WASHINGTON TIMES • * Th* National Daily • • SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 24, 1923. SKJSSjSg* /f Ar\ 11 f J \lKv“** /■/ <*l Si fOh >-M \ ■« l eg3&&a»EHßhT IzHzM tsrWi I [ El i fT v J J fez. .JI HLm*. ■Hr IF g 7 IT *(1 vl r V- 1 ft I El r so |ll I ; X a M n IIH ■ $ : h iK’ "MBm \ HHk 'Sb i > 9BL. -* "v-.' it, -7 J ■= i- sKHbMRk I jjkv n J: > S Ik wl MM MA #-* H E x— KaMl __ . . w- . jMfl I*.*-’ > ■ I om NHf i ' W Sara and Jimmy both find that married life is not all love and kisses. Poverty is a severe test of love. carry the load of supporting the ♦ family. The boy was over two when Harry dragged himself un the stairs after a- hard day at the store. exhausted and Almost fainting. . “I’ll be all right after I get a little rest.” he said faintly. But there was that in his eye that warned her. "They ain’t nothin’ wrong down there?" she queried anxiously. “Yes: they’s no use foolin' you Sara —they . don’t want . me no mor£“ , | “My God, Harry, what are we goin' tL do—you better go over i an' see the doc after you get ! somethin’ to eat.” A strange meal that, broken by the prattle of the child to ■ whom the world and its woes ; ' were a closed book. , ’ PREVENTABLE HEADACHES By Brice Belden, M. D. AVERY .large proportion of our headaches are easily preventable. First, there is bad posture. Sit ting in a slouched position causes stagnation of blood in the large abdominal vessels. The circulation is impeded because of the pressure of sagged tissues. : The abdominal veins are very I large and can hold most of the blood in the body when dilated. When so distended, the brain does not get its full blood sup ply and the result is a dull head ache. By sitting erect and breath ing properly, headaches due to bad posture are prevented. This ’ is a commonly overlooked source of chronic headache. Second, in reading, the light should be diffused from above or fall over the left shoulder. Un shaded Welsbach and electric lights cause headache. A read ing light should give a soft, steady glow. Third, reading in bed or on a couch causes headache unless the light is correctly adjusted, ■which is rarely the case, and the body propped so that the reading matter is adjusted to the proper i angle of vision, which is also i rarely the case. Fourth, reading on trolleys and trains is a common cause of headache, because of eye-strain. Fifth, reading in a poor light, or in a light shining into the eyes, causes headache. yixth, deprivation of pure air is a very common cause of pre ventable headache. The home, generally speaking, is the poorest . ventilated of all structures. rhe headache due to this cause is simply the abused nerve cells crying out for a fresh supply of ’ oxygen , : The simplest ventilating device , is a six-inch board to fit the lower ’ window sash. This peryiits air ito pass between the two MUlhes without causing drafts. “You don’t have to go.” he + said. “I can get there alone.” “Hello. Harry,” said his old friend. “I was wondering when I’d see you again, how are you?” "I guess I’m worse. Doc—they told me at the store to lay off.” I guess I got kind of dizzy down there an’ fainted—ain't that a fool thing?” The doctor’s face did not be tray what he felt. “Well, - ' he said kindly, “Fll tell you—you’ve got to get away—and you’ve got to get away now*—l warned you b-sure—but this time be the last unless you do go-—i( you’re ■ here when the snow flies it’ll be ' goodnight,” “You're tryin’ to scare me, doc. . same's you used to.” i The doctor shook his head in i decided negation. “No, I don’t want to scare you, but I want, to < I GOOD NIGHT STORIES I : BE SURE TO READ THEM TO YOUR CHILDREN \ By Blanche Silver, t Betty’s Peek Into Turkey. ✓ IL pshaw!” Betty growled I B when hei* mama called her in from her play to tidy up. "1 get so tired of wash ing my hands all the time. It makes me tired, 1 tell you!” And she kicked the ground with her toe* “Well, well!” laughed a merry voice, and Gocomeback, the little travel elfin, hopped down beside her from the tree above her head. | “Tut, tut! How foolish! Now, I have a little friend ” “Who never washes and you’ll take me there if 1 want to go,” laughed Betty merrily, catching hold of the little elfin’s hand and : making him dance. “I’m dying to r—r I ■ J I I L*. n “Thit It My Friend Galoia.” ‘ go, Gocomeback. Where does she ! live? But, mind you, I complained, ’ but really and truly i wouldn’t ; like to live in a land where folks ! never wash. Honestly, I wouldn’t I care to live there.” "I should say you wouldn't, ’ re- j plied the elfih. “No, sir, this ! little friend of mine—but there, j that would be telling. You’ll ; agree with me that seeing is be- I 1 lieving. I move that we pay her ' j a visit. Os course, if you would ; I care to stay, maybe I could make j some arrangements.” Before Bet I ty know where they were going, (she found herself Hying through i the air. make you understand that you - won’t live a year If you don’t get away.” “But how—l ain’t got > nothinV*. Harry cried. t , “I know, I know,” said h|£*. friend. “I’ll make a point bringing yoUr.case to the charity society—six months on a farm would do wonders for you.” Six months on a farm —he kept repeating the words as he went back through the smelly streets; the doctor might as well have said stk months at the Waldorf— ' it was all one to him —patheti- ' cally he began to wonder what ! he'd done to be singled out to lie down and die in his tracks. Anger ; rose in his heart against the j order of th ngs that allowed sqme ■ to be rich and others to be poor. I He was thinking of Sara and I When they came down to earth i again, Betty’s eyes fairly danced ; “Oh, for goodness sake'” she I cried, “We’re in Turkey! I can tell by the way the people dress. Isn’t that funny? Our lesson for tomorrow Is on the people of Tur key and their customs. My, I’m glad I’m here.” “So am I,” laughed another voice, and a little girl came skip ping up to greet Gocomeback. ‘‘Betty, this is my little friend Galata.” .‘‘l’m glad to know you, Betty.” ; smiled the little black-eyed girlie. “We’re always glad to meet our American friends. How do you like our country?’ "Well,” and Betty looked rather embarrassed, “I can’t say that I admire your muddy, dark streets. But I love your wonderful foun tains. Why, it seems to me that everywhere you look you see beau- { tiful, sparkling fountains. We i have a few at home, but none so ' beautiful as the ones you have ■ here—nor as many.” “Not so many? How can you get along without them?” asked the astonished little Galata. "What do you do when you want to pray? Don’t you find it hard?” Betty looked so surprised that all three began to laugh. Gocome back had come to the rescue. “No, Galata.” he explained. ; “Betty doesn’t pray as much as i you children in Turkey do. You see, Betty, every good little Turk must first wash his hands, face and feet before he ca/n enter the mosques to pray. That’s the rea son you see so ftiany fountains. They need a large number to ac commodate the great crowds.” "My goodness, yes!” laughed Galata. "We must have at least five services a day. So we must have five washings every day.” j This was too much for Betty, j and she burst out laughing, and like a vision the whole thing van ished and she stood once more in her own back yard. Into the house she scampered, j Mother heard her humming as ; she washed herself. But she never > s’opped to ask any questions. (« onvrigiit. 1923, by Newspaper Feature j Service.) Another Fine Story Monday. » the boy; here he was helpless, too weak to work and growing weaker every day and told to get away ■'tor: half a year on.a farm. aloud: that was fun ended? in a cough h(fr> ifcramed himself by a railing and waited for strength to go on. The child was asleep when he got back; he tried to’*be cheerful. "Well, what did the doc say, Harry?" Sara asked as he sank into a chair. "Ha ha! I guess you'll laugh i when I tell you—you know the ! receipt he gave me—six months ! on a farm." She echoed the words, "tex i months on a farm.” They looked I at each other. "What’s ne think | we are? Rockyfellers?" she asked I bitterly. I "He’s goin’ to take it up with RICHCOLORS IN NEW SCARFS —Ry Rita Stuyvesant HAVE you seen the new scarfs that have come straight to us from Deauville, France? It is surprising how these charm ing scarfs have .gained in popu larity during the past few weeks and promise to be more so for the coining season. Interesting silks from small remnants can be made into the most fetching scarfs, and will often add the correct color note to one's cos tume. Bizarre figured scarfs folded diagonally in two like a banana are greatly in vogue. Usually these scarfs measure about a square yard before folding. The edges may be narrowly hemmed by hand or stitched or picoted. The charm of many a frock of dark brown, forest green, or henna owes its distinction to the bright scarf tied rakishly at the throat. All sorts of batik silks are used as well as many of the figured silks that formerly served as linings. One piece jersey frocks for school or business would be brought quite up to the minute by the addition of the scarf tied a little to the left. A camels hair sport suit is ! more striking with a grass green ! silk crepe scarf and soft hat. ■ Black and gold, striped taffeta j makes another scarf that lends a • quaint piquancy to a sports frock ' of jade green jersey. With a red jersey sleeveless jacket and white sport skirt a scarf of soft mustard color adds a real charm. Bits of silk in gay and festive colors can be made into attrac tive little scarfs for the spring wardrobe. Bits of Wisdom Love is often the folly of a wise man and the wisdom of a # fool. The more we love, the more < we fear to offend the object of our love. Many a mans good intentions j are due to the headache next > morning. This Day in History . » ■ HPHIS is the anniversary of the battle of Pavia, in 1525, when Francis I, of France was taken prisoner by his great rival, Charles V, and brought to Spain. He was finally ransomed. A Powerful Picture, With an All-Star »Cast, Soon to Be Shown at Leading Theaters. the charity society,’’ Harry ex plained. “Oh, he is, is he? Well, a lot of good that’ll do—them people takes a year to get anywhere—l seen that when Lilly dies— her that was down to the store- ■ ” “Maybe the doc’s got a pull,” suggested Harry; “he’s been good to me. I’d kinda like the boy to be a doc ■ ” "I been thinkin’ it over,” said the girl. “You ain’t fit to go on no more, but I am. I’m strongman* I ain’t afraid to work. I had a good name down there to the Mammoth. They told me to come back if I wanted to ” “Say, we laughed at that, didn’t we?” Harry broke in. ‘TH Go to Work.” “That don’t matter. Someone’s got to do somethin*. I’m goin* down there again, Harry, an* you can stay here quiet like and mind the bqy.” “I guess that’s tough on you,” answered the hopeless man, find ing him Self thus concretely laid aside tQ be cared for by the woman he had hoped to make things easy for. “Oh, well —work’s work, an’ we got the kid to think about. They ain’t no use of cryin’ about it,” but there were tears in her eyes just the same, and tears in her own as she knelt and put her arms about him. “I been rotten to you lots of times,” she half sobbed. “It ain’t * your fault, Harry, bein’ sick.” Nobody’s fault —of course not — thousands of just such poor, piti ful creatures born with the right t<y freedom and the pursuit of happiness might have echoed the same words in every big city in the- land; thousands living their squalid lives, bringing children into the world, doing their feeble best, and hoping, hoping to the edge of the grave. The cough-racked father, sitting! patiently rocking with the baby ftif his arms, may have wondered what x this child would be in a future closed to him, and dreams were roseate, perhaps it was a compensation. Sara’s appearance at the store excited no comment; there were no faces that she knew; she took her old place as though she had THE TEST OF HAPPINESS AS APPLIED TO MARRIED COUPLES By Beatrice Fairfax, Who Occupies a Unique Position in the Writing World as an Au thority on t lie Problems of Girls. attract.” This ••I ■ is one of the oldest love theories of the world. But it is a tragic half-truth. Op posites do attract, but they seldom hold together. i No one can get on for long with anyone who does not speak his language—and who will make no effort to learn it. In our friend ships we all seek those who under stand us, who find enjoyment in the things which please us, and w’hose standards and beliefs are at least intelligible to us. The man and woman who have qgthing in common but their physical attraction for each other are taking a grace chance when they try to build a life’s happiness on the appeal which is danger ously likely to be physical and perhaps passing. , The mere lure of the senses cannot be counted upon to hold two people together in an exist ence that is well-rounded and INTERESTING FACTS It is announced by Prof. Hugh R. Rathbone, of Liverpool Uni versity, that considerable quanti ties of sugai* have been made from carbonic acid by the agency of light. This wonderful feat has been made possible. by the results of remarkable experiments carried out by Prof. E. C. C. Baly, a prominent investigator of the mysteries of light. Water is available in immeas urable quantities and carbonic acid is merely a waste product equally abundant, and the magic of light rays of a certain wave length .will cause them to com bine and give sugar. , stepped out of It yesterday. How little she had ever dreamed she would return. The first day' in her old piste told on Sara. Perhaps it was the unusual work as compared with the labor she had been doing at home for so long; perhaps It was the excitement of surroundings which, while old, were new. There was no Angie Sprunt to confide In as a few years ago; there was no Jimmy singing the popular songs. 4 there was no Mr. Piute obse quiously on duty at the shoe'de partment. Sara was a stranger In a strange land. She wondered how many of those who had been with her be ’ fore had married as she had; and how many of them, like Lily, had passed on to a world where the struggle was leas keen. \ With it all she was conscious _ef feeling uplifted; she was work ing for a definite end; she had a sick husband and a baby to care for, and the thought of both gave her a purpose far more sustaining than if she had been tolling for' herself alone. In sacrifice there is spiritual re ward. Sara knew that from day to day now, and, weary as she grew hard as the climb was to the dreary top floor, there was re ward there, too. For the child always had a wel come for her; if she had been clothed in richest raiment his .en folding arms could net have yielded more of love. Harry Does His Best. Harry, too, did his heat, As a cook he was not a shining suc cess, but he was not bothered with elaborate .menus; if he found tak ing ca<e of the baby a burden.' he never complained. But his cough was getting worse in spite of the lightening of hir labors. Sara noticed it and i: weighed on her; it Was not only on his account but on the baby’s that she worried. The ominous words of the doctor in whom she had so much 'faith kep ringing in her ears,' "If you'don’: get away before the snow.files it” be good-night.” (To Be Continued Monday.) 4- satisfying.* Kissing and holdin • hands won’t do to fill a lifetime' j\nd the men and women who trV to build a life together .on physical attraction with- no men tal community of spirit are likely’ to end up by feeling a sort, o’ spiritual revulsion which is hideous to endure. To come home from the day’i work to someone who is agree able to your nature and in har mony with your ambitions, long Ings, tastes and desires mean;, peace and the sort of joy which is far more enduring than th: emotional excitement some mi;- take for happiness.. The love that is based on eon geniality has a real foundation It has a fine chanoe of enduring.- Two whb have tastes and am bitions as well as deslr-s .’n com mon are bound to grow together instead of drifting apart. "I often think friendship con sists more in liking the sum? things than in liking tacb other.’ , ; a man of deep philosophy - once ! wrote. Somewhat the. same theoi? ! holds in the case of love. Loy<- l does not consist in enjoying the ( same things—but tastes -in com ; mon give love a reserve stock of Interests when emotion and noth ing more would be bound to pall Love sickens and dies when i | strives to endure in the hostile I atmosphere of feelings set wldel.. ! and hopelessly apart. Tenderness is beautiful. Un sei fishness is noble. Devotion i heart-warming. But even the; might be blighted if the two who felt them for each other could never sit down and talk things over in comfortable fashion. We can’t always stay on mountain peaks. We need the homely things of everyday life to make love pros per. So when a man and womap care for each other, but neither cares for the things that are the breath of lite to the other, they I must either have the toleration ' and wisdom to cultivate interests • in common —or to leave each j other free to find them —some ' where else- And which of JTM* is big enough to do that?